skylar.

Skylar gathered what was left of his papers off the table as his fellow Warblers went to leave the practice room. After hearing Jane transferred schools, most of them felt upset that they pushed her out of the school. As hard as he tried he couldn’t convince them that it wasn’t their fault, they followed the only tradition that the founder had left, it wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it was just his point of view, but it was something he felt strongly about. Being a traditionalist wasn’t a bad thing. 

The upperclassman waited for the room to empty before approaching their coach. He wanted to get a chance to talk to him, see if he would be able to use his usual motivational speeches to bring the Warblers back on track. Although Skylar was the head of the council, he still was glad to have a coach to help him. Especially one that was a former Warblers, one who understood what it meant to be part of this brotherhood. “Mr. Anderson, can I talk to you?” He asked, gripping the end of his leather bag. 

Blaine retreated office promptly after practice.  Glad for some peace and quiet so he could pull his thoughts together and focus.  Skylar wasn’t the only one to notice the drop in the Warblers morale since Jane left. Everyone was quieter.  The ones who kept stoic faces were few.  Most of them felt guilty.  In Blaine’s opinion–which he wouldn’t dare share with anyone? They deserved to.  They needed to learn a lesson.  That sometimes things have to change to become better, stronger. What he hated most about the situation other than losing Jane and hurting her?  Was a small voice in the back of his head said he needed to understand the more traditional members as well. Until–maybe–one day?  He might be able to lead them elsewhere.

Ugh.  Everything was a mess.  Much like the oncoming trainwreck of his personal life.  Elbows propped on the desk–he rested his forehead against upturned palms.  Damn it.  Everything was out of the control he struggled so hard to get back.  Out of it all?  Fixing the Warblers needed to be his priority.  And it was.  But–seriously?  Could he get a break?  He barely noticed Skylar until he heard him. Blaine quickly shut down his too full brain and shifted into a welcoming, albeit still vaguely frustrated smile when looked up and dropped his hands to the desk.  “Skylar.  Sure. Come in and have a seat,” he nodded at the chair close by.  “What can I help you with?”